The Destiny of Angels

Chapter 21

"I'm an Angel," he says with a shrug.

"Ha, sure you are," I rebuke.

"I'm dead serious, Miss Fallen," he replies looking me up and down.

"How do you know that?" I pry.

"I've always known, Little A," he says with a wink as he walks off.

I scurry after him. "What??" I stare at him in disbelief. My brain goes into overdrive, trying to figure out how he could have found out. My first thought was that Lyland told him, but I doubt Ly would do something like that. So that means Cash would have had to figure out some other way.

"I can see it," he whispers. "It's part of being an Angel, we can see other Angels."

"I can't see other Angels!" I whisper yell at him. After a second I realize, "You didn't tell me?"

"Why would I?" He asks casually. The nerve of this man. I genuinely can't stand him. He could have told me straight off the bat, and I never would have had to break into my files.

"If you would have told me, I never would have had to go through what I've gone through," I complain. He could have saved me from watching a murder, from exposing who I am to Lyland, and all of this stress if he would have just told me from the start.

"I figured you knew, Aura. By the time I figured out you didn't, the damage was already done. Besides why would I tell you anything when it's clear you hate me?" Cash rebuts.

"Hate you? You think I hate you?" I ask dubiously.

"You've even said it," Cash shrugs, "not that I care if you do or not." He seems so indifferent. A small reminder that I'm just his little sister's annoying best friend that he feels like he has to protect. He's only as nice as he is, because he feels like he has to be.

"I don't hate you. You're the most aggravating person I've ever met, but I don't hate you. You're actually," I hesitate, "my friend." The word friend feels like poison on my tongue, but it was true. I had started to see Cash as a friend, actually part of me has thought of him as a friend since the day I met him. It just sucks to have to let him know that.

He chuckles, "You say that as if it disgusts you."

"You are my friend," I shrug, "but you also irritate the leaving crap out of me."

He finds that downright hilarious. His full belly laugh sounded like music to my ears as it filled the hall. I'd never heard his natural laugh before, only his light sarcastic sounding chuckle. He stopped laughing, a huge goofy smile still on his face. It looks unnatural seeing him smile, not to mention how much it contrasts with his overall appearance. My heart tugs in my chest, as a smile slips onto my lips. It was nice seeing him genuinely happy.

"Why do I irritate you that much, Azalea?" He asks, playful curiousity lining his deep voice. The goofy smile was still on his face, as he looks over at me.

"Why wouldn't you? I mean you go out of your way to get on people's nerves. Point in case, always calling me anything other than my name. You act like you're the best thing to ever happen to the world, it's irritating," I gripe.

"I am the best thing to ever happen to the world," he brags with a wink. "I'm the only Angel left on this Earth." His goofy smile fades back into its everyday smirk.

"No you're not," I sass. I take a big stride towards him, with my hands on my hips.

"You don't count," he teases, "you're a Fallen Angel. I'm good, holy and pure. You're my evil counterpart."

I laugh sarcastically, "Well the Fates messed up there, huh? Considering I'm the pure one and you're the corrupt one."

"The Fates never mess up. You're just not as good as you think."